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Slime! Ey!

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke
This for them bitches who thinkin' real, but really they fake
This for them niggas who think that thuggin', but really the ain't
for them niggas that really be trappin' up out the ra-a-ain
I married choppa you know that she wit it
I call her my
niggas ain't shit, yea, don't know why they hatin' on me
I'ma run up that money, I still be
Got blue hunnits on me
I'ma keep goin' in and they keep on
Lotta on me
I'm chasing money, from
Got a big on me

1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I do the dash in the winter, young fly like propella (brrr)
DJ Khaled, man I need me one
When we do it, do it
No, I'm not writing no
NBA new
bitches ain't shit, wanna suck on my dick
Right after she my nigga
She her voice when I battle
She tell me to go out, go
I think that I'm losing my
I think that I need me a
Back at it again, me and twins
Tag teamin' her friend, we her
She told me she real but I know that she
shorty ain't told me no capping her

[Chorus: YoungBoy Broke Again]
This for them bitches thinkin' they real, but really they fake
This for them niggas that's thinkin' they thuggin', but really the ain't
This for them niggas that really be trappin' up out the
I that choppa you know that she wit it
I her my ba-a-ae
These niggas ain't shit, yea, don't know why they on me
run up that money, I steady be stuntin'
Got blue hunnits on me
I'ma keep goin' in and keep on comin'
faces on me
I'm chasing that money, from to Sunday
Got a big on me

2: Quando Rondo]
Too many bands in my account
A lot of blue hunnits, a amount
Got a brick of some dope, put that shit on the
When it to the money, we ain't runnin' out
No money in that Federal
Niggas hate but they ain't on my level
I swear that nowhere compatible
Gelato and sippin' on medical
I'm really a felon, still grippin' the FN, catch me a ca-a-ase
up to the show in a brand new Benz and we leave in a Wra-a-aith
I told all my niggas: "It's no new friends", cause niggas be fa-a-ake
I got out my feelings and got in the bag, 30 in a sa-a-afe
All of my niggas, they Crippin', they love them Benji's
I run that check up, I guess why they hatin'
I be drippin', these brand new Balenci's
My shirt by Louis, my shoes, they Givenchy
My girl like Gucci but I like the Fendi
a deuce in my cup, I don't fuck with the Henny
These 'round my neck cost a brand new Bent
If you try to come take it, get hit a semi
I want the money, I designer
I want that bitch cause she look
I want the Louis, I want the
I mix Chanel with Givenchy
He in rap, so no, I can't sign him
He I was on, man I had to remind him
I'm not lost in the sauce, everyday I be
down Rollie, perfect timing

[Chorus: YoungBoy Broke Again]
for them bitches who thinkin' they real, but really they fake
This for them niggas who think they thuggin', but really the ain't
This for them niggas really be trappin' up out the ra-a-ain
I that choppa you know that she wit it
I her my ba-a-ae
These niggas ain't shit, yea, don't know why they on me
I'ma run up that money, I still be
Got faced hunnits on me
keep goin' in and they keep on comin'
Lotta on me
I'm that money, from Monday to Sunday
Got a big on me
Slime!